Tang Xiaosu has four brothers and sisters, and it feels as if listening to a story.

"Brother Yuyang, how old are you this year?" Tang Xiaosu asked a question that they had never asked in so long.

Yu Yang blurted out without thinking: "I am sixteen this year, and my little uncle is seventeen, and I am the same age as Yunzhong." ”

"Brother Yuyang, are you only sixteen? Brother Wuyi is already thirteen years old, three years younger than you, and Brother Wuyi lost in the original family, otherwise he would definitely be more promising than the two of you. Tang Xiaosu unconsciously raised the value of Wuyi.

"I know that in your heart, your big brother is the best, and we know it if you don't say it." When Yu Yang said this, he was a little sour.

"Okay, the Subei you are talking about, that is, Brother Yuyang, your little uncle, when can you let him come over? I'll give him these things quickly, and then you can push out the new dishes. ”

After Tang Xiaosu finished speaking, he continued: "By the way, Caiyunlou can release the wind now, saying that a new dish will be released in a few days, as for what this new dish is, it is up to you to decide in the clouds." ”

Yunzhong thought for a while, and then made a decision: "Just spicy **, the first dish to be launched will be spicy chicken, I believe that after this dish is launched, it will definitely win a full house for Caiyunlou, as for Subei, he is now in Fucheng, even if he goes to send him a letter now, it should not be until tomorrow night, so you will come and teach him the day after tomorrow!" ”

Tang Xiaosu doesn't care, she can do it any dish: "Okay, we have no problem, as for the dish, it's spicy**,

But it's just verbal propaganda, and it doesn't have much appeal, otherwise, which of you can draw, and it's the kind that paints better.

Otherwise, you can go out and find another painter, draw the appearance of the spicy chicken you just ate, and then write the name of the dish below.

Then take it to the printing place, print out many copies of the spicy chicken that was drawn, and send him one to those who come to Caiyun Building to eat.

In this way, those who have not seen spicy chicken can also know what spicy chicken looks like from the picture.

Just from the taste, you can attract them, and when the spicy chicken really starts to be served, are you afraid that there will be no guests coming? ”

The eyes in the clouds lit up: "Xiao Su, where did you get this idea, it's so good, is there anything more specific." ”

Tang Xiaosu thought about it carefully, and then continued: "To be more specific, draw a copy of spicy chicken on a piece of paper, and then write the general introduction of spicy chicken and the name on the back.

At the same time, write the time when the spicy chicken was launched, as well as how much the original price of the spicy chicken is, how much discount it will be when it is launched on the first day, and how much it will be sold for.

Let everyone who sees it know that if it is the first time to eat the new dish spicy chicken, there is a great discount, which can be regarded as taking advantage of those people's hearts, and I believe that more people will come to eat this spicy chicken. ”

"Xiao Su, your method is good, just follow your method." Clapper in the clouds.

Yun Zhong seemed to think of something: "But where is the person who paints the painting?" I won't, Yu Yang is also a half-ass, if you want to find a painter, I have to trouble you to make another one. ”

Wuyi felt sorry for Tang Xiaosu, and didn't want Tang Xiaosu to go to the kitchen to smoke again: "No, since you can't draw, just bring paper and pen, as well as brushes, and I'll paint." ”

"You, will you?" Yu Yang and Yun Zhong asked in unison.

"Brother Wuyi, do you know how to draw? How is the drawing, I've never heard you mention it. Tang Xiaosu's puzzled voice.

Although San Lang and Shiro did not speak, they nodded frequently, indicating that they had the same thoughts as Tang Xiaosu.

Wuyi's answer made people want to beat him: "You didn't ask, so I didn't say, but I'm not particularly proficient, I only know a little bit about it, so I can try, if the painting is not so satisfying, it's not too late to ask the painter." ”

Tang Xiaosu thought about it, and felt that what Wuyi said was right, because she never asked Wuyi if he could paint.

"Then Brother Wuyi, you can try it first!" Although Tang Xiaosu said this, she already had eight points of certainty in her heart, because she knew that if Wuyi was not completely sure, she would not take the task of painting spicy chicken on herself.

"I'm going to get the paint and brushes I need to paint right away!" After Yunzhong finished speaking, he pushed open the door of the box and walked out.

After putting all the things used for painting in the box in the clouds, Wuyi didn't need to be urged by others, consciously picked up the pen and paper, and began to paint the spicy chicken that Tang Xiaosu had made before.

Wu Yi had already seen it twice, and he had seen the whole process of Tang Xiaosu's production with his own eyes, so he didn't need it at all, and then asked Tang Xiaosu to make a new plate of spicy chicken and put it here, so that he could compare and draw.

But according to the appearance of the spicy chicken in my memory, I began to write slowly.

As soon as Wu Yi entered the state of painting, the whole person became a state of not hearing anything outside the window, no matter what chaotic sounds were around him, all of them were blocked out by him.

And Wu Yi, who was drawing spicy chicken, didn't know that when he first started to draw the shape of a plate, he had already attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

Wuyi's painting speed is very fast, I saw that his brush did not pause at all, and all the materials in the chili peppers, chicken nuggets and spicy chicken were clearly drawn, and the painting was very three-dimensional and realistic.

After finishing painting, he pushed the paper in his hand to the middle of the table, and then put down the brush: "Okay, you can take a look, but you are still satisfied, if you feel bad, you can ask the painter to paint again." ”

Tang Xiaosu and San Lang Shiro are people who don't know how to draw, but they also know that Wu Yi is very good at painting this spicy chicken.

No, just because this paper is placed in the middle of the table, if you just come in, if you don't look closely, you will think that it is just a plate of new spicy chicken.

Yu Yang and Yunzhong only glanced at the finished product drawn by Wu Yi at the end, and knew that Wu Yi was not a painter that could be cultivated overnight.

At the very least, you have to have about ten years of skills, so in this way, wouldn't that Wuyi have already begun to practice painting when he was two or three years old.

Wu Yi hasn't said anything else since he said that.

Because he has enough self-confidence, he knows that it is just Yu Yang or Yunzhong, even if the two of them are added together and find all the painters in Fengyun Town, I am afraid that none of them can draw more realistically than him.

In fact, Wuyi's words are still too modest, if he recovers his memory, Wuyi will definitely say, not to mention Fengyun Town, even the imperial capital, it may not be as good as the painting he painted, and it will be realistic.

"Brother Wuyi, your painting is so good, if I hadn't seen you paint it with my own eyes, I would have doubted that you didn't spend money to find a painter to paint it.

And if you put this piece of paper in the middle, if you don't look closely, you will think that there is a new plate of spicy chicken here. "Wu Yi painted well, Tang Xiaosu felt that there was light on his face, and he did not hesitate to praise himself.

And Shiro looked at Wuyi with a longing expression: "Brother Wuyi, when you go home, you teach me to draw, you draw so well, I want to be like you." ”

After Shiro finished asking, San Lang, who was originally silent, also raised his eyes, and his eyes looked at Wu Yi with a sparkling look. Obviously, he was also waiting for an answer from no memory.

Wuyi responded: "Okay, I'll teach you to my mother and Xiao Su when I go back, and teach you to paint portraits of them." ”

joke, he wants to marry Tang Xiaosu, and San Lang and Shiro are his eldest and second brothers.

Now the eldest brother and the second uncle want to learn to paint with him, but there is no reason why he will not agree.

Now it's too late for him to hurry up to please the eldest brother and the second uncle, how can he refuse?

But specifically, no one knows what Wuyi thinks, not even Tang Xiaosu, the person concerned.

Tang Xiaosu also took the opportunity to say: "Just right, by the way, buy some pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a few more books, so that when the eldest brother and second brother have time, they can read books and write at home, and wait until next year, they can go to the school." ”

San Lang and Shiro heard that Wu Yi promised to teach them to paint, and heard Tang Xiaosu say that they wanted to buy some pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and books, and wanted them to read and read, and prepare to go to school next year, the smiles on their faces were obvious, and they never broke off.

"It just so happens that I also know Braille, this year ago, I taught San Lang and Shiro to read and write, and Xiao Su, when you go home, you also call Shangliulang, you brothers and sisters together." Wu Yi naturally took this heavy responsibility on himself.

Yu Yang and Yunzhong glanced at each other, looked at the four brothers and sisters who were happy, and felt that they really couldn't say anything, so they talked about the two of them there.

After talking about his family's arrangement, Tang Xiaosu remembered the follow-up after painting spicy chicken.

"Brother Yunzhong, the painting of this spicy chicken, Brother Wuyi has already painted it, there should be more people in this town that you and Brother Yuyang know,

The two of you go to find someone who can print paper, preferably a relatively hard paper, but it doesn't need to be particularly hard.

Just the paper in your hand, just a few points on the hardness, which is equivalent to two pieces of such paper put together is the best, but the paper should not be this all-white, if you can dye the whole color, it is the best. ”

Wu Yi heard Tang Xiaosu say this, picked up the paintbrush again, took the paper back in front of him, and began to smear the edge of the white paper.

After a few moments, the white paper turned into a bright red piece of paper.